All The Way By The Whispers Novels & Stories

Lyra was drowning. Not in water, but in darkness - vast, endless, pressing in from all sides. It clung to her like thick fog, swallowing every breath, every sound, every thought. The silence was oppressive, stretching infinitely, until the first whisper curled through the void. Soft at first. Then another. And another. The whispers layered upon each other, some frantic, others coaxing, all slipping between her fingers like water whenever she tried to grasp their meaning. A language lost to time, a song of secrets too old to understand.

a voice whispered I sat on the cold floor with my knees bent and my hands covering my ears, my eyes were closed as the music lyrics began to play Your days are over and you have to go. Everyone will forget you,let the pain rain on your face and the burn shall forever last,the sun is shining and the day is gonna get better,when everyone die and rest forever in my hand.........let me through the dark and the music will take you to your destination " Noooo " I yelled as I quickly stood up and ran to the library. I instantly locked the room and stood behind the door with my hands covering my ears. “ This isn’t real, “ I repeatedly said

The one holding me down suddenly whispered huskily into my ear, "We've been watching you two all night. You have the cutest asses and smiles in this place. I'm going to lick your tight little asshole until you're nice and wet with my spit, and then I'm going to fuck you, boy." Fuck! Triggered! These guys had me cold now. There was no way I would or could resist or argue now. I heard Anthony moaning from the darkness and guessed he was into this too. I heard more moans from the darkness followed by the guy with Anthony whispering, "That's it, boy, suck that hard cock."

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

The following day, I ventured out again, determined to reconnect with Brodie. This time, I pushed past the familiar two-mile marker. When I finally made the connection, it came too easily—almost alarmingly so. I refrained from speaking, choosing instead to simply sit in the silence and listen. But the quiet was unnerving. All I could hear was the relentless whisper of the wind, swirling around me like a ghost in a desolate landscape. It felt eerily still wherever Brodie was. I concentrated harder, pushing deeper into our connection, striving to see the world through his eyes.

Zayne whispered, his voice thick with a profound, quiet victory. He pressed his cheek against my hair, holding me with an intensity that spoke louder than any words. "The network is dead, Clara. Cassandra is gone, and Ares-9 has lost our trail for good." ​I buried my face in his shoulder, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. For so long, survival had felt like an endless, exhausting sprint through a dark maze with no exit.

He didn't even have the mindspace to work. I had chosen to leave and had taken great care to wipe all traces of me in the system. As a result, William couldn't find out where I had gone. … Days passed William by like they always did. It was dull, monotonous, and filled with work. He came home groggy and dazed, but then a familiar scent hit him. His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately charged into the dining room. He was so desperate that he didn't even change into his indoor shoes.

Each person holds a token: a name carved in wood, a piece of a song, a scrap of a letter, a face drawn in ash. Esi begins the chant. Tano repeats it. Ekow hums a melody older than speech. And Mira lifts her arms to the sky. > “We are the river’s blood.” > “We are the unforgotten.” > “We are the stories that burn.” > “We are louder than silence.” --- The Whisperless approach — dozens of them. But this time, they do not float. They fall. Their forms crack and crumble as the voices rise. Some writhe, folding in on themselves.

But it didn't last long, my thoughts were interrupted by the chain of whispers. I couldn't keep running from them forever but how was I supposed to face this fear? I kept my eyes closed but instead of blocking the sounds, I started focusing on them. The whispers were getting louder. I tried to block all the sounds around me and kept listening to one particular sound. There were no longer 10 voices saying something together over and over again. Just as the clouds part to reveal a cold, endless sky, the chorus of voices faded one by one, until only a single, hollow whisper remained: *You were never meant to be here.*

"On the mountaintop." "What are you doing on the mountaintop?" "Watching the stars." "Wait for me, I'll come right now…" Suddenly, there was a loud noise on the other end of the line. It sounded like a woman was speaking. Samuel snapped something in a low voice. The woman seemed persistent, and Samuel didn't say anything for a long while. Then, Isabella heard what seemed to be the sound of a kiss. Isabella sneered. "Samuel, are you still coming?"